


the longest weekend

by thefudge



Category: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
Genre: F/M, Forced Bonding, Hook-Up, Jealousy, Love/Hate, Modern AU, Pairing Up Your Friends, Romantic Set-Up, Unrequited Love
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2017-12-21
Updated: 2018-01-04
Packaged: 2019-02-17 19:24:19
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,667
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13083717
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/thefudge/pseuds/thefudge
Summary: Rose is secretly in love with Finn. Kylo is secretly in love with Rey. Finn and Rey think their best friends should date. Rose and Kylo...disagree.





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

> Look, I have to get the Rose fics out of my system, okay? I just love her so much. This is my other Rose pairing that I absolutely LOVE. You can hit me up on tumblr if you want to know why I think they'd actually be pretty good together (even in canon!). But hopefully you'll enjoy this!

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Rose is made to sit in the back with “Kylo”. What kind of name is that anyway? Granted, she’s named after a flower, but at least hers doesn’t sound like a made-up yogurt brand.

Okay, she shouldn’t be such a grump. He has feelings too. And it’s not his fault that Rey and Finn have strung them up like this.

Rose smiles politely and turns her head towards the window. It’s a good thing she’s small because this dude is taking up _most_ of the backseat space. He is ridiculously big. He could probably stretch his legs and kill her in the process, and it would be the perfect murder. 

For all his size though, he’s so…awkward. He’s kind of good looking but in a really counter-intuitive way that only certain women would like. He looks like a _project_ , like a brooding lost soul you’d nurse back to health. She’s slightly amused by his oversize ears and the way he keeps ruffling his hair to cover them.

He doesn’t seem at _all_ happy to be here, so that makes two of them.

“Rose, you were just telling me you had trouble with the art for that new fantasy series,” Rey says at one point when the drive gets perilously quiet. “Kylo does graphic design, you know.”

Rose buries a sigh inwardly and turns to her seat buddy. “Oh, you do?”

She has no intention of talking about work with this stranger. Sorry, _common friend_. But she’ll pretend to, at least.

“Uh, yeah, mostly for company websites and food chains,” he mutters, almost as if he’s ashamed of it. His voice sounds like it’s been put through a shredder. He is not handling this set-up very well.

“Right, but you want to do more legit, artsy stuff,” Rey counters from the front seat.

“Yeah, his stuff’s really good, Rose,” Finn chimes in, taking a turn to exit the highway.

“It’s…nothing,” Kylo mumbles, retreating into his hair like a teenager.

Rose smiles uneasily. “I’m sure it’s great. I’ll look you up.”

The giant sitting next to her shrugs and stares intently at Rey’s nape. He’s probably not happy that this topic was brought up.

“What’s the fantasy series?” he asks her suddenly, his eyes still trained on the back of Rey’s head.

“Oh, um, it’s called _The Dragons of Tomorrow_ ,” Rose replies, fiddling with her phone. She has to pretend to do something. The atmosphere in the car is unbearable.

Kylo nods. “Heard of it.”

 _Hmm, he’s just being polite_ , she thinks, because the first installment hasn’t been released yet and the whole thing is a low-key affair for their publishing house.  Of course, she won’t bring this up and make him uncomfortable…

“How did you hear of it?” she asks before she can help herself. “Only a handful of people know about it.”

Kylo finally graces her with a sidelong glance. “I make sure to keep informed.”

 _Cuz that's not condescending at all._  “Informed?”

He nods. “I keep up with all the scifi and fantasy releases.”

Rose wants to roll her eyes so hard, but as a courtesy to her friends, she merely goes back to fiddling with her phone and looking out the window. This is going to be one long weekend.

 

 

One good thing about this mess; the scenery’s really pretty. We’re talking sugar-coated mountain peaks and picturesque winter town, complete with tall pines and twinkling Christmas lights. The whole place looks like it was cut out of Narnia. Rose loves the snow. She loves that crisp, squelching sound that her boots make when she steps out of the car. She loves the spicy cold air that stings her nostrils. And sure, given the way things are going, she might have a laughing or crying fit once she reaches her hotel room but at least she is not stuck in the city for the holidays.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, buddy.”

“Nah, I got it.”

Rose whips around to find Kylo has grabbed all their suitcases from the trunk and is single-handedly carrying them to the hotel entrance. It’s…endearing and also slightly disturbing. He looks like a very depressed Santa.

Finn tries his best to intercede, but the awkward giant won’t have it. It doesn’t seem to be a particular hassle for him, anyway. Hell, he could probably carry the mountain.

Rose would like to place her handbag around his neck, just to make the whole thing more ridiculous but she’s not sure her gesture would be qualified as a funny joke.

“Watch out for your head,” she whispers to him as he makes for the doors.

He ducks his head just in time. He really is too tall for his own good.

He sneaks a peeved glance at her over his shoulder and she can already tell they’re going to hit it off.

_Not._

 

In theory, she knows that they’ll meet up with more people and she won’t have to spend her time sandwiched between the happy couple and the brooding giant. She has it on good authority that Poe and Jessika and Bastian are also coming. The whole gang is gonna get together, in fact. It’ll be like old times.

In practice, though, there’s no way she can avoid Finn and Rey for the duration of three days. Finn is her _best_ friend, he’s going to wonder what’s wrong.

Rose drops on the bed with a loud groan. Why can’t she just stop _feeling_ things? Why can’t she just wrench out her heart, put it in a jar and leave it on the nightstand and walk away?

She presses her hands to her eyes until she sees tiny stars burst under her eyelids. She can see the jar and the floating heart inside. It’s grisly, but comforting. 

There’s a knock on her door. A really uncoordinated, aggressive knock.

Rose issues another groan. She drags herself angrily from the bed and pads barefoot to the door.

She blinks. A miserable-looking Kylo Ren is standing in front of her, holding some kind of pamphlet in his hand. He’s like one of the Ents in _Lord of the Rings_ : painful but inevitable.

He considers her for a moment, eyes trailing down to her sweatpants.

“Are you going to bed? It’s barely noon.”

Rose squints at him. “No, I just like to get comfortable.”

In truth, she _was_ hoping to take a nap.

Kylo shoves the pamphlet at her, which turns out to be an elaborate map of the town, except dotted with colorful flags and treasure chests.

“We’re…scavenger buddies,” he drawls, as if every word in that short sentence gives him immense pain.

Rose pinches the bridge of her nose. She’d completely forgotten about this crap. It had been Rey’s brainchild. Her idea of a fun group activity.  Everyone loves a scavenger hunt, right?

“How convenient that we’re…buddies,” Rose mutters, giving him back the map.

“My thoughts precisely,” he replies coolly. “We’re expected downstairs.”

“Wait here, I’ll just put some clothes on.”

She rushes back in, but doesn’t manage to shut the door completely. She doesn’t realize that Kylo Ren can see _and_ hear her as she wriggles back into her jeans, muttering “ _stupid fucking shitty heart jar_ ”.

 

 

The itinerary is designed to fill half the day with pointless activities. The scavenger hunt is needlessly complicated. In order to find the big treasure, they have to first track a number of flags which hide a series of mysterious clues. The flags are spread throughout the town and some are located on the ski slopes.  It’s exactly the kind of convoluted adventure Rey adores.

Rose might enjoy it too under different circumstances.

She and Kylo trail morosely behind Finn and Rey. They have to meet up with Poe and Jessika for drinks and then they have to start off on the first leg of the scavenger hunt. Bastian and his date have already taken a cable car up the mountain.  

“Do you ski?” Rose asks, staring at Finn’s arm around Rey’s shoulders, the way her nose crinkles in delight when he whispers something in her ear.

Kylo’s eyes linger on the same image of coupling bliss.

“Occasionally.”

“I’ve never skied and I don’t want to start,” she replies, shoving her hands in the pockets of her parka.

He shuffles some snow away from his boots. “Some of the flags can only be reached with skis.”

“Well. Good thing I have a _scavenger buddy_.”

They both grimace again at the teamwork they've been forced into.

“Skiing is not that hard, as long as you don’t venture out on the dangerous slopes,” he explains after a few beats of silence.

“You still have to use sticks for legs…so, no.”

He grunts in response. He seems to do that a lot.

Rose squints at him. The winter sun reflects mercilessly against the fresh mounds of snow, momentarily blinding her. “Can I ask why you said yes to this?”

“Why did you?” he fires back. His lips are drawn into a focused pout.

“I couldn’t say no to Finn.”

“Well then. I couldn't say no to Rey."

“But you realize this is a set-up, right?”

He exhales. “I’m not five.”

"And you'll agree we don't match."

Kylo nods keenly. "Definitely not."

"Okay, good." Rose glances at the unaware culprits walking ahead. “I say we tell them tonight.”

“Tell them what?” he asks, swerving past an on-coming group of tourists.

“That this isn’t going to work, but that it’s sweet they tried?”

He pulls on her elbow slightly. A horse-drawn sleigh, complete with bells and ribbons, glides past her.

Rose gets out of the way in time. “Uh, thanks. So what do you say?”

Kylo stares after the sleigh. Finn and Rey have stopped a few feet ahead and are waving at them to hurry up.

“Which one of us is gonna break it to them?” he asks.

“Obviously _you_.”

Kylo pivots towards her. His expression is less than amicable. “Why me, exactly?”

Rose hasn’t prepared an answer for this, but she stares at him and the way he towers over her like a construction crane. “Because I mean, _look_ at you. And look at me.” She brings her fingers together to show a tiny ant-like creature that’s supposed to be her.

They stare at each other awkwardly for a moment before they start walking again.

"If I have to do it," he grumbles, "then you have to book us tickets out of here. Because we can't take _their_ car." 

Rose nods. "Yeah, good thinking."

When they catch up with their friends, Finn grins at her knowingly.

"The two of you already conspiring together?" 

Rose smiles obliquely. "You have no idea." 


	2. Chapter 2

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> what up, my fellow kylose/roselo?? i didn't expect such warm feedback to the first chapter, bless you all for indulging this amazing crackship! we're making history! anyway, on to shenanigans!

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Rose presses the tip of her fingers to her nose until everyone can see her nostrils.

“Oink, oink,” she snuffles convincingly, making Poe and Jessika howl with laughter.

She turns to Kylo with a lopsided grin and shows him her upturned nose. “Oink, oink.”

Her “scavenger buddy” is horrified but too repressed to show it. He grips his lager and stares into the distance like Clint Eastwood. A muscle ticks faintly in his jaw.

Rose enjoys telling this story too much to spare him. And since she’s stuck sitting next to him in this crowded booth, she is going to drag it out.

“And every time Phasma laughs, she goes, oink oink,” she repeats, snuffling dramatically for her entire audience. Finn is wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

She’s very good at sending off her boss and senior editor, everyone can agree.

“You’re so great with impressions, I bet you can do all of us here,” Rey suggests through fits of giggling.

“Hmm, don’t tempt me,” Rose says with a wicked grin, staring at each potential victim.

Kylo Ren shrinks into himself, despite his size. He wants to slowly converge with the wall behind him.

But nothing too dangerous happens because conversation is quickly diverted to Poe and his new set of students at the Flying Academy. He’s telling them about all the grueling hazing that happens the first week of class and he sounds very proud about it too.

“I didn’t know you had such a mean streak, Dameron,” Rey comments with raised eyebrows.

“Ooh, I do. I’m all about winning, and I’m gonna graze your ass on the _piste_ ,” he mock-threatens with a glint in his eye.

"What the hell's a piste?" Rose mutters under her breath.

"A ski path," Kylo duly informs her, still staring at an invisible point on the horizon. She can see why. 

Finn has slipped a protective arm around Rey’s shoulders. “Hey now, no one’s grazing my peanut’s ass.”

“Except you,” Rey quips, kissing his cheek fondly.

The table gives a collective “aww” while Rose vigorously stirs the celery in her Bloody Mary. Kylo grips his lager.

They form an insular pair at the end of the booth, mostly because the rest of their friends want to give them “space”.  Against their will, they find themselves in their own bubble. 

“Sorry about the oink,” she whispers to him, scratching her nail against the coaster. “I don’t have any other peppy stories.”

“Thank God for that,” he mutters back.

“I want to seem like I’m having fun,” she says with half a mouth, resting her elbows against the table. “Like _that_ doesn’t bother me.”

Rey is still snugly wrapped in Finn’s arm.

“You’re doing a great job,” Kylo remarks and she can’t tell if he means it sarcastically or not. But he’s not one to talk, given his cheery disposition.

“Should we laugh or something so we don’t seem pathetic?”

He shakes his head imperceptibly. “Then we’d _really_   be pathetic.”

He then runs a hand through his hair to make sure it’s covering his ears.

Rose glances sideways at him. “Do you have a leprechaun hidden in your eardrum or something?”

Kylo Ren stares at her blankly. “No, but I think I saw one up your nostril.”

She squints at him. “Don’t make me do _oink, oink_ again.”

And there is a combination of fear and aversion on his face that almost makes her smile. Almost.

 

 

She thought that, since they’re at a higher altitude, the sun wouldn’t beat so mercilessly down her neck. But she’s beginning to learn that winter sunlight can give you sunburn.

“That’s one reason why they wear goggles,” Kylo points out as they watch skiers come down the slope with their ski sticks under their arms. Their faces are almost completely covered.

Rose pulls her woolen cap over her eyes. They have to trek on the tourist path and then take a cable car to reach the first flag of the scavenger hunt. Needless to say, they’re both cranky and tired. Rose’s boots feel like they’ve been laced too tight and Kylo’s hands are sweating in his giant gloves. They look like two disgruntled aliens who have to try every single thing on Earth before they report back to the ship.

“So, you said you’re big on fantasy and scifi?”

“I said I keep up,” he corrects her.

“Okay. What’s your favorite fantasy novel?” she asks, holding onto a pine branch while avoiding a particularly thick cropping of ice.

“That’s an impossible question, I can’t choose,” he replies in the tone of a petulant child who’s just been told to pick a flavor of ice cream.

“Just say a random one for the sake of this conversation,” she mutters, cursing inwardly as her too thin boots land in a frozen puddle which was…not that frozen after all.

“ _The Once and Future King_ ,” he offers, disgruntled, lifting his scarf to his mouth.

“Oh, that’s a good one. I love the first book, it's so whimsical.”

He wrinkles his nose slightly. “I prefer the latter books. The first is too childish. It takes me out of it.”

Rose rolls her eyes.  “Color me shocked.”

Kylo grunts and walks ahead a pace. Then, in an attempt at civility, “What’s _your_ favorite fantasy novel?”

Rose is beginning to pant from all this climbing and she’s annoyed that he seems to be barely breaking a sweat.

“I guess the _Star Wars_ Saga, though it’s more scifi-fantasy.”

If she weren’t about to bust her kidneys with this hike, she’d almost say he has a _physical reaction_ to her answer. Like his whole body seizes. Maybe he’s secretly a robot.

“The ones written by Luke Skywalker?” he asks and his voice sounds thin and spindly, like it’s about to crack. _Weird._

“The one and only,” she replies, trying to catch up to him. “It’s got everything I love; spaceships, droids, fancy helmets, rogues and princesses…there’s even a giant gloopy slug as a mob boss.”

“Yeah, I know the series,” he cuts her off severely. “Not my cup of tea.”

Rose raises both her eyebrows. “Jeez, tell me how you really feel.”

The speakers mounted on the telegraph poles suddenly convulse to life with a loud screech. It happens in slow motion. The pop song blares out with sycophantic cheer and it spooks them both, but it’s Kylo who makes a poorly calculated move and almost crashes into her. Rose is thrown off-balance, falls down and starts rolling down the slope like a snowball.

_“Aaaaaaaah!”_

 

A young boy tugs on his mother’s sleeve.

“Mommy, mommy!  Why is that man chasing that lady down the slope?”

His mother shields her eyes from the sun and looks in the direction he’s pointing.

A very tall man is indeed running desperately after a screaming ball of snow.

She gasps. The man has made an alarming and rather unwise jump and is now rolling down with his charge. So much for chivalry. 

 

 

 “ _You_! You woolly mammoth!” Rose screams in his face as he attempts to lift her up. They’ve landed in a pile together at the bottom of the slope and he’s trying to get her leg from under his torso. The people around them stand on the edge uncertainly, not knowing whether to call for help or steer clear.

He suppresses a groan. He did his best to protect her fall with his body and it feels like he’s been beaten up.

She hits him in the arm, as if to confirm his pain. She’s definitely got energy for one so small.

He winces. “Could you – not – scream – in my –ear?”

“I have snow in my _mouth_ and my _eyes_ and my _brain_!” she continues angrily.

“Maybe you should’ve worn the goggles – like I told you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have pushed me down a hill!”

“I didn’t –”

“No, I guess it was Nana Tico who came back from the dead and gave me a nudge.”

Kylo wipes the sweat from his eyes, breathing hard. “Your grandmother – sounds – vindictive.”

Rose hisses in pain as he releases her leg from under him. He raises her foot gently, as if testing its agility. Her face crumbles in agony. “ _Don’t_ do that!”

“Can you walk?”

She shakes her head miserably.

He’s got his fingers around her ankle, pulling up the leg of her trousers. Rose falls back in the snow and covers her face with her mittens. “Is it sprained?”

“Pretty sure it’s not,” he mutters, feeling the swollen area with his palm.

“How do you know?”

“Because I used to fuck up my ankles a lot,” he explains, as if it’s a perfectly normal thing to say. It’s so random, Rose almost starts laughing. Until a new jolt of pain renders her silent.

Kylo moves her foot gently back and forth, earning himself a glare.

“Definitely not sprained,” he says, brows knitted in deep thought. “But you gotta apply ice and let it rest.”

“Oh really? Cuz I was planning on doing a one-foot race around town,” she mutters, but he ignores her.

“You also gotta keep it elevated.”

“Got it, Dr. Ross. Now can we go to the clinic?”

He nods, resigned. As he’s about to pick her up, he notices something red crumpled under her butt. He pulls it out inelegantly.

“Huh.”

“What the hell -?” she trails off.

She’s managed somehow to collect one of the red flags on her way down.

 

 

“Oh my God, that’s so _cute_!” Jessika exclaims and points to the two figures approaching in the distance.

Finn grins and taps Rey on the shoulder. “Looks like the love-birds are really connecting.”

Indeed, it would seem that way from afar.

But anyone coming closer would see that their faces are set in grim determination, as if this is a particularly tedious chore they have to get through.

Rose is dwarfed by his size; it looks like he’s carrying a toddler. It’s not just her smallness and his bigness but the fact that he had to tuck her feet into his arm and it _really_ looks like he’s swaddled a tiny baby. His hand is somewhere in the proximity of her ass and her head is resting in the crook of his elbow, but again, there’s nowhere else to put it, given her delicate situation.

Rose clutches his winter jacket with one hand while the other holds the red flag limply.

Bastian wants to go up and high-five them for capturing the flag, but he stops short when he notices their unamused glares. 

The speakers above them roar back to life. Kylo stops and both he and Rose stare up at the telegraph pole with vendetta in their eyes. 

It’s the same fucking song. 

 _Wouldn't it be nice if we were older?_ __  
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long  
And wouldn't it be nice to live together  
In the kind of world where we belong…

“I _hate_ the Beach Boys,” she says with a small whimper of pain.

“Ditto,” he agrees darkly.

 

 

It’s half-past nine in the evening and she’s slept for a solid four hours. Of course, we all know that when you wake up from a nap you feel like Wile E. Coyote after the anvil falls on his head. But she is surprisingly refreshed and feeling better. I mean, nothing can be worse than rolling to your potential death with a stranger named Kylo Ren. So this gives her perspective.

She supposes she can’t stay mad at him forever because he made up for the error of his ways by carrying her to the clinic, then back to the hotel, then up to her room. He even propped a pillow under her bandaged foot. All with the indomitable poker face of a Jason Statham.

She stares down at the offending limb. The swelling has definitely gone down and the nurse said the same thing as Kylo: it’s not a sprain, just a crick in the muscle. It’s supposed to go down completely by morning and she’ll have relative freedom of movement. She wonders if she can fib and pretend she has to just lie in bed for the rest of the weekend.

Sadly, Finn promised he will absolutely _not_ leave her out of any activity and they’ll make it _work_. Because she’s his “best bud” and it’s important to him for her to be there.

She keeps wondering about that. For instance, Finn and Rey insisted that she _needs_ to come down to the hotel restaurant for a cup of spiced wine when she wakes up. They were pretty adamant. She doesn’t get the urgency.

Kylo is supposed to come up and help her, of course. Their friends still think this laughably uneven set-up is gonna work.

This will be a good occasion to have that chat with them to let them know her and Kylo are sadly _not_ getting married and having a gaggle of amorphous children (very tall, or very small – no in-between). She’s pretty sure a kid with his genes would break her uterus in half.

 _Oh, God, erase, erase!_ she orders her mind sternly. 

At that particular moment, the door to her room cracks a bit.

“Can I come in?” he asks and walks in without bothering to wait.

Rose is slightly affronted by his nonchalance.

“What if I’d been naked?”

Kylo stares down at her misshapen position on the bed. “Doubtful.”

“Let me guess,” she mutters. “We’re expected downstairs.”

“You bet,” he grumbles, picking up the standard King James’ Bible from the nightstand and looking on the cover as if expecting to find porn. Rose suppresses a smile. He's _so_ weird.

She heaves a sigh.

“I almost wish I _had_ sprained my ankle. Maybe then they’d give it a rest.”

“Doubtful, again,” he replies. He abandons the Bible and bends forward, as if to pick her up from the bed, but she stops him with a hand to his chest.

“It’s cool, dude. I think I can walk.” 

“Suit yourself,” he says, taking a few steps backwards. Rose is irked. He doesn’t have to look so _relieved_.

She sits up gingerly and places her right foot on the carpet. So far, so good. She holds onto the nightstand and raises herself by degrees, placing most of her weight on the uninjured foot. It’s not bad, but it still feels like a bitch.

She stands like that for a couple of seconds. 

“Okay, _okay_. I need help.”

He looks positively smug as he gives her his arm for support.

 

 

Downstairs, the gang has set up two tables by the fireplace and they’ve hogged a couch too, which Poe informs her is for her delicate state. Rose sticks her tongue out.

Kylo settles her into a comfy spot on the couch.

Poe pats him on the back. “You should sit next to the lady, see that she’s taken care of.”

They could both throttle him at this point, but he _does_ pull a chair next to her, more out of necessity than concern. The rest of them have conveniently paired up again. Kylo stares at Rey longingly. She is taking animatedly to Bastian’s date. He hasn’t had a moment alone with her since they’ve arrived. Rose’s eyes find Finn like clockwork. He is showing Jessika something on his phone. She suppresses a sigh.

Kylo hands her a mug of spiced wine. She murmurs a small thank you and takes a long, soothing gulp. He does the same. The cinnamon tickles the back of her throat.

Bastian comes over to them and asks them about what happened on the slope. Neither of them feels like talking about it and after a few monosyllabic answers from them, poor Bastian retreats with a wary smile.

Everyone around them is making conversation, enjoying themselves. Should she try for another Phasma impersonation? No, she’s had her moment in the sun.

“Bla, bla,” she says quietly to Kylo.

“What?”

“Bla, bla. You know, talkie talk.”

“Are you having a stroke?”

“No, you woolly mammoth.” She’s decided she likes that nickname. “It’s pretend-talk. So we don’t look like assholes.”

“Oh…okay,” he says uncertainly.

“So. Bla, bla, bla. Bla!”

Kylo clears his throat. “Bla, bla…bla?”

She nods. “Blaaah. Blah, blah.”

“Bla.”

“Blah! Bla, bla. But you know, really _bla_.”

“Bla, I see. _Bla_ ,” he replies, getting into it.

“Bla, bla, bla, and then bla –” but she stops mid- _bla_ , because they apparently haven’t noticed that Finn is talking. He’s risen from the table and he’s giving some kind of speech.

“…so I thought to myself, why wait? I’ve got my best friends around me, all the people I love. There’s never going to be a better moment than now, because every moment with you feels like I’m on the verge of something amazing. And I want to jump. Do you want to jump with me, Rey?”

They really should've seen this coming. Finn is kneeling in front of her chair and Rey has a hand over her mouth and small tears in her eyes and it’s just _perfect_.

Rose can’t see the ring from her position on the couch, but woolly mammoth can.

And his reaction is probably a good yardstick for hers. They both look ill.

“Fuck –” he begins.

“ –Me,” she finishes, as the world around her darkens.


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